[He watches as she works through it, the colour lingering as he focuses on her, and he muses for a moment on whether or not he can feel it. Back home, when he'd noticed the call of the Astrals, he'd felt a tingle at the corner of his eyes, as if he'd been on the edge of tears, and a buzzing in his head as their voices reached for him, but this is different. The only voice he can hear is hers, and the call she's making is distinctly different, one in which he can respond in kind rather than surrender full control. She's not an Astral, but in some ways she's close, and in other ways she's someone he'd much rather be left marked by. Her fire still thrums through his body, buried and subtle but real, like when she shares her energy with him. He can draw on it if he wishes, because she'd gifted that to him. His hands are still warm from the flasks where they rest on her body, tracing features he's come to know well.]
I can't, [he murmurs at last, and when the light fades he likely won't notice either, but that means he should let her enjoy it while she can.] Better give me something to focus on then, huh?
[Since her face is so close to his, it's too easy to push down on her back as he lifts his hips up against her body, tilting her the extra inch he needs to catch her lips with his in another hungry, encouraging kiss, opening up and urging her to continue with whatever she desires most.]
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I can't, [he murmurs at last, and when the light fades he likely won't notice either, but that means he should let her enjoy it while she can.] Better give me something to focus on then, huh?
[Since her face is so close to his, it's too easy to push down on her back as he lifts his hips up against her body, tilting her the extra inch he needs to catch her lips with his in another hungry, encouraging kiss, opening up and urging her to continue with whatever she desires most.]